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Post by The Septentrionne » Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:11 am

Here goes, then. My name is Lei/Erin, and you can find me on the Ayenee.com boards under the name Lorelei Septentrionne; I have been a text-based roleplayer for 10 years this year. My main character, Lorelei, actually has produced her own tripartite novel, which I am currently working on when I take breaks from roleplay.
I do hope you can forgive me for this terrible intro, but its getting late and I've been working on this character for about three hours.


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I. Schematics
Player Name: Erin – Lei
Full Name: Tairi Shyam (pronounced Tie-ruhee Shee-ahm. The “r” here sounds like a Japanese “r”.)
Alias: Essene “Essie” Jai (used for the humanoid form)
Visual Age: Mid-twenties.
Factual Age: Unknown
Date of Birth: Unknown.
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Race: Pureblood Fae. (Moon based)
Classes: Dream Shaper/Summoner
Occupation: none known.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Status: Unattached.

II. Attributes
Hair: Black
Eyes: Purple
Physical Condition: Fragile
Skin Tone: Dusky brown
Skin Condition: Smooth and unblemished.
Voice: Susurrating and soft, dreamy.
Handed: Ambidextrous
Diet: Vegetarian
Marital Status: Unknown.

III. Social Demeanor
o Mischievous, changeable, moody.
o Selfless, outward thinking, focus on the brilliant in others.
o Cunning, witty, always working a room or situation.


IV. Distinguishing Features
o Dark purple eyes, whose hue changes based on the moon.
o Extremely long fey-like ears present in all forms unless a glamour is used.
o Elongated canines.


V. Attitude
o Likes: Darkness, small cluttered spaces, intelligent people, chaos and dreams, the shy and humble, water, the moon, magic, ancient knowledge, freedom, expression.
o Dislikes: The arrogant, the dogmatic, soldiers, the physically handsome, most women, order, discipline, subjugation, lack of creativity, stupidity, bright light.
o Misplaced Adjustments; Quirks: Intense focus on others that leads her to have a shattered self-image. Wildly chaotic and changing, moody.

VI. Proficiencies
o No martial proficiencies known.

VIII. Innates
o Personal transmutation: size. Tairi can change her size at will; however, she cannot change her features unless she activates a glamour.
o Flight: small form only. In any size larger than a small creature (no larger than a cat) Tairi cannot fly; her faerie’s wings are not strong enough.
o Faerie Fire. A small glow of magical energy that can outline objects or be used in cantrips. Harmless.


IX. Offensive Abilities
o Dreamy. A vocal effect. Using a faerie song, Tairi can induce all creatures that cannot defend themselves (you must announce a reason why you are immune before the beginning of a battle with her) to fall into a half-sleep state. Creatures are still able to act, but are now half in Tairi’s magical world, whether they are magical or not.
o Summon Dream. Using creatures under the effect of Dreamy, Tairi can draw out pieces of their “dreams” as solid objects (e.g. an egg, a leaf, a cat, etc.) These “dreams” are based on a character’s race, class and personality.
o Create Nightmare. With the “dreams” summoned, Tairi can create “summon monsters.” At her current level, however, Tairi cannot control what is created when she combines the dreams. However, as she progresses, this ability will refine itself.


X. Defensive Abilities
o Scream: when threatened, Tairi produces a high-pitch shriek that shatters glass and stuns any creatures within a twenty-foot radius. Stun effect lasts two minutes. Can only use this ability once per battle; once a creature is alerted to the ability, it can shield itself upon any successive uses.
o Shock: Every five minutes, Tairi can make a touch attack to any creature’s bare skin in an attempt to deal lightening damage. This effect can only stun, and lasts five minutes.
o Glamour. For up to three hours a day, Tairi can maintain a glamour that allows her to appear as a young elvish woman. The glamour shrinks the size of her ears and hides the strange proportions of her body (including the unusual length of her hands and feet). However, anyone alerted to the glamour or who suspects something is amiss will immediately be capable of seeing through the trick.



XIII. Ordnance; Weapons
o None.

XIV. Caparison; Armor; Clothing
o Deep purple, blue, and silver gossamer skirt.
o Bodice of deep purple; opalescent.
o Ribbons worn on forearms and around waist, attached are many silver bells that jingle when she walks.
o A large blue-purple hat, never removed.

XVI. Accessories
o Amulet: Large silver pendant with a dark purple inset stone.
o Rings: Several, kept in a pouch at her side when not adorning her fingers.
o Charms: Several. Wears numerous bangles and earrings around ankles, wrists, etc.
o Runes: None.
o Necklace: Silver chain; holds the amulet.

XVII. Explanation

Tairi is a young fae whose main power is the controlling of dreams. In a land where magic’s logic is akin to a dream’s logic, the ability to control a dream is not particularly surprising; however, Tairi’s magic, so far, is unique to her alone. Three stages of control are necessary to manifest her powers – one, she must induce those around her to fall into a dream-like state; two, she must draw from each of them a creature or an object; and three, she must combine those objects, thereby producing a “monster” that responds to her commands and fights the very foes the objects have been drawn from. Tairi can also draw such objects from friends and allies with no negative effects.

This is all I will offer for now; I’d prefer not to give too much back-history away outside of a roleplay forum. If anyone is curious about Tairi or needs more explanation, please feel free to PM me at any time. Thanks.

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Post by Frug » Tue Mar 28, 2006 10:30 pm

Looks like my ayenee add got someone. Says something about exposure I guess.

Since you're from ayenee I have to point out some differences between ayenee and thar, and we'll see if you're still interested. Thar is about as far on the other end of hack and slash, game inspired rp as you can get from ayenee which should be kinda obvious from our rules. Or rather our lack thereof, and the no killing other PCs unless they agree to it deal. Your profile looks more like something for ayenee than here. It's a whole lot of bullet points and almost no writing. If you look at the other profiles and instructions for character creation, this doesn't exactly fit.

We don't keep D&D style stats like alignment or classes. I may say I want more "evil" characters but that's a subjective term which really means I want antagnoists. People are complicated, opinions vary widely, and labeling people with alignment flags discredits that and simplifies things too much. Your class would be your occupation, likewise.

Rather than list, Physical Condition, Skin Tone, Skin Condition you should write a paragraph describing your character, as the other profiles have. The stats i've suggested get listed as bullets in the rules are for a quick glance but aren't meant to replace a written description. History can be left out though.

That said, judging by your style and focus I'm not sure this is the place for you, but it's up to you to decide that.

The Septentrionne

Post by The Septentrionne » Tue Mar 28, 2006 10:49 pm

*sigh*

It's such a pity when someone doesn't read explanations.

I recognize that you here tend to write out paragraphs. However, I don't have the time to waste on that. I'm not interested in giving long descriptions of my character in OOC posts; if you want to know what she looks like, or how she speaks, you should observe her in character.

HOWEVER, if that's what you want, please do be sure to mention it in your rules. You -did- post on Ayenee's board, and you received an Ayenee style response because it was easiest for me. I have read all your rules and have spent a good deal of time creating a -new- character for this board -- have patience before you assume I'm not a good roleplayer or I will not fit into your storyline. I am also waiting for my partner, as our two characters have interlocking story components.

I do not play hack-and-slash, I am not interested in game-inspired RP. Please see my posts for examples of my writing, or ask and I will post said writing here. You make a generalization about Ayenee that is inaccurate.

"D&D" style stats are very important for this character, in the sense that her "Chaotic" nature is imperative to the development of her personality and therefore other characters' understanding of her. Again, if you have a template, please let others know before assuming they are ignorant of your rules or wishes.

And what is it you think my focus is?
I'm a novelist.
I'll post up a new description, but do keep in mind that you should be careful not to categorize me because I've come from Ayenee. Such a statement could easily be taken as offensive.

The following will be written in RP format, because I'm bored and I'm not going to waste my time writing out everything you already know in sentences just for kicks. Also, I should mention: if I didn't write it here, it's because I don't want it given away yet. There are things I would type in a "character sheet" that I would otherwise be unwilling to speak of OOC. Frankly, people will meta-play if you don't keep aspects of your character mysterious, so I'm doing so. If that's a problem, well...I will take my roleplay elsewhere. I merely thought this would be a fun forum to add my two cents to -- I hope you will see that via my writing here.

Description:

Day was fading, a slow drip of color from the sky that drew with it the heat of the afternooon sun. It was the chill and the changing wind that woke her; a storm was coming, and the updrafts of the shifting breeze were beginning to rustle the blades of grass about her bed and sending the shimmering gauze of her skirts flying. With a shudder, the tiny creature lifted her head and peered out of the cattail. It had taken all day to carve out the inside of the plant, but the bouncing and jouncing would never do for sleeping -- every movement of the stalk slammed her up to the "ceiling" of the tail and then abruptly dropped her to the "floor" again. So Tairi Shyam was forced to rise and find a safer place.

On her hands and knees, she shimmied out to the open end of the hallowed cattail, stretching her oddly long-fingered hands over the upper edge and using her unnaturally large webbed feet to grip the bottom lip, her closed wings facing the bitter wind. The cattail was bobbing and jerking, so fast it made her head spin -- but what else could she do? To stay inside would be to risk breaking the glasslike purple wings, or worse, her slender neck. But would the slight bones of the unfurling appendages be able to hold their own against the oncoming storm?

Glancing into the north to meet the wind with her face, Tairi glared at the growing thunderheads. The wind, as though sensing her defiance, redoubled in force and struck her hard, sending her wings and hip-length gossamer-black hair flying, a silken banner against the dusky brown of the smooth flesh. Her ears, twice again the length of her head, bobbed in time with her wings in the vicious wind, and she focussed hard to turn them over and down in a catlike manner to avoid injuring her eardrums in the onslaught. The first blast shook free her long elfin hat, and before she could reach up and grasp it to press it further down around her sharp features, a second gust picked it up off her head and sent it swirling away into the grotto.

"Not my hat!" The cry was soft, birdlike, hardly carried on the whipping wind; but the voice was clear and bell-pure, and any who chanced to listen would have recognized her gently accented common instantly. "You bedamned weather," she snipped with a grimace, closing her eyes for a moment before spreading the wings and releasing the cattail, letting her tiny body -- no more than a foot long from head to toe -- be swept up into the current and carried a few feet, tumbling, until she caught herself and opened the wings further into a glide. "How dare you try to take my things!"

Pressing her long arms to her sides to avoid losing the deep purple-blue ribbons that encircled her forearms, and checking again that gossamer silk skirts and bodice were still firmly in place, she straightened her legs and pointed her toes like a diver's, riding the wind that had carried off her prized possession. It seemed an eternity, those twenty or thirty feet she rode the wind -- but there, in a bush out of the corner of her eye -- her hat! It had snagged itself in a raspberry bush and was waving to her, the sparkling purple fabric stark against the gray-green of the thorny bush. With some effort, she ballooned her wings and dropped a few feet toward the bush, scrabbling with her arms, legs, and wings against the impossibly strong wind.

"I'll make it, damnit, I will!" Tears in her eyes sliced across her cheeks, cutting silver lines in the otherwise pristine skin, making her amethyst eyes glitter unnaturally in the stormy light. Her wings beat faster and faster until she was sure they'd be torn apart, but inch by inch her body drew closer to the ill-fated hat and the blessed bush. Just below, in the very edge of her vision, Tairi could see the swirling water of a small stream, and suddenly her vision filled with the terrifying image of a hungry fish, leaping free and snatching her up as she hovered nearby, reaching for this stupid, stupid hat.

For the first time in her life, Tairi blessed the length of her fingers as one tip touched the hat, then another. Snatching it free of the bush, she forced herself to release one last burst of strength and rounded the edge of the bush, slipping beneath the thorns and branches and into the shelter of the thick growth. Just as she thought she was home free, however, the edge of one long purple-black wing snagged on a thorn and ripped through, stopping her graceful movement and sending her tumbling to the dusty earth.

One wing shattered, her clothes torn and her body exhausted from the effort of flight, Tairi pushed herself up from the ground and took a few flowing steps into the inner sanctum of the bush. Luckily enough, several large berries grew near enough to her reach -- stretching up, she picked one and clutched it to her chest in both hands. Folding her legs under her, she sank down into a meditative position and closed her eyes for a second.

Gods of Moon and Sea, hear the cry of your littlest daughter. Preserve my life for one more day, and I promise I will honor your mothers' names until my very last breath.

The juice of the berry stained her chin and neck, running over the silver of her amulet, but she didn't care. The taste was glorious; her long canines pierced the tough flesh of the fruit and her webbed hands pressed it up into her mouth almost greedily. Before long the entire thing was gone, and Tairi could only lounge back in exhaustion, running a few fingers over her distended stomach.

If only she had some memory, any memory. But by now what fragments she might have gained from her brief rest in the cattail had been battered free of her brain. Any attempt to focus on or consider her past had disappeared in a foggy haze, as though a great dark veil had been drawn over her mind by some distant force. If only she could remember something, anything -- that would be a start. What could she have done to so upset the gods? And more importantly, what had she done to the faerie boy -- what was it she had drawn from his chest?

It was as though a ghost had risen from him, a wailing creature of a thousand-arms, it's three long-necked heads thrashing. It was born of her song, born of her dreamings. Born of her past, of the truth she saw in her sleep, perhaps. But it had saved her.

"My guardians." No. No, she was a creature of evil, of mischief. A monster had never come out of anyone whole before. Why hadn't he just given her an item, like everyone else?

"What did I do in my past life to deserve this?"

It was a futile question; she already knew the gods would not answer her. They never did.

So Tairi Shyam buried her head in her arms....and cried until the world was dark again.

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Post by Frug » Wed Mar 29, 2006 12:31 am

I suggest you keep the drama to a minimum if you intend to play here. I told you how it is and what you should change in your profile. I also told you the impression your profile left on me after reading it, it was not an insult it was a statement of fact. We have zero tolerance for ooc drama so tone it down or leave.

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Post by The Septentrionne » Wed Mar 29, 2006 12:56 am

*snickers*

Hoshit, dude.
You think THAT is drama? I'll give you drama, my friend.

I wouldn't stay here if you paid me. I don't need to waste my time on anal mo'fo's. I'm sorry to say that if you can't suck it up and bear it, you're gonna have one helluva dry board around here. I feel sorry for you, and for your Rpers. And you know what? I know what you're going to do with this post -- delete it. And why? You can't handle being criticized.

Boo frickety hoo.

Oh and -- if you don't like Ayenee -- DON'T ADVERTISE ON OUR BOARDS.
We don't go around spamming up your forum. Don't do it to us. You're just wasting our time.

-fo' so'-

Peace.

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Post by Frug » Wed Mar 29, 2006 1:29 am

Anyone wondering why I have prejudice against ayenee can make their own judgements.
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